After five years of travel to Serbian villages wracked by years of strife, painstaking forays into the labyrinth of Central European record-keeping, and hundreds of kitchen-table conversations; after following every lead and every flicker of intuition, and with the support of an international network of women, the author has answered the question of what became of Lieserl Maric Einstein.
Michele gives an overview of the book:
On Saturday, May 5, 1901, Mileva Maric and albert Einstein rendezvoused at the train station in Como, Italy. Albert had traveled from Milan on the St. Gotthard Railway, and Mileva from Zurich on the Gotthard-Bahn. He waited for her "with open arms and a pounding heart." Together, they boarded a bright white steamer and sailed deep into the rocky terrain toward Colico, more than thirty kilometers away. Steep cliffs prevented them from seeing farther than the lake itself. Here and there on the margins of the water slender old campanili stood before Romanesque parish churches, each with its own large bells, which created a musical respite for the fisherman and the voyagers.
[...] The holiday lasted three days. A week later, Albert recalled to Mileva how delightful it had been "when Iwas allowed to press your dear little person to me in the way nature created it, let me tenderly kiss you for that, you dear, good soul!"
Despite the love that had been growing between them for two years, neither could have predicted the outcome of their Alpine holiday.
For many years I was a visual artist exhibiting in museums and galleries, both in the United States and Europe. Over time, random words began to appear on my canvases . . . then poems . . . then elaborate fragments of narratives. I began to think more about writing and less...